I sat on my dark grey couch looking at the picture in my hand.

I held my coffee mug from the table, not tearing my gaze away from the old image.

'Adam Blake.'

I said while humming. The girl in the picture holds a sand shovel in her hand and laughed hysterically at some joke the young boy said. While building a sandcastle, the boy has his back turned to the camera, but we can see his head tilting to his left side to look down at the little girl.

This picture was one of the few that I grabbed from home.

So that's it? My childhood friend is now my boss? I thought while placing the picture next to me.

I lifted the cup of coffee to my lips and took a long sip.

I tilted my head to the left and looked at my phone while biting my bottom lip. Should I call him? I thought, feeling my heart hammer in my chest.

I clicked my tongue in disappointment.

When was it hard to grab a phone and call someone, Sophia?

It's now or never, I thought.

I placed the cup on the side table and picked up my phone, typing his number on the dialer quickly.

I placed the phone to my ear, still biting down my bottom lip.

Come on, pick up.

The call ended. I sadly sighed. I put back the phone where it was.

And I looked at it, for what felt like an hour. I picked up the coffee mug again. It was already cold, so I decided to brew a new cup.

I sighed, making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed the pack of coffee beans with my hand. I started dropping the beans slowly in my brewer.

I was lost in my thoughts until I felt the bag's weight getting lighter.

"Oh shit!"

The coffee beans were floating in the cold water. When I was about to clean my mess up, the phone rang, making me jump and drop the water and coffee beans on the ground.

I ran to my phone picking it up only for my excitement to come crashing down on me.

I sighed sadly and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hello, lazy girl!" Violet shouted in my ear.

"What's up?" I said disappointed.

"I am taking you to the mall."

My phone begins ringing in my ear.

"Violet Hold on for a second." I put Violet's call on hold and answered the second phone call.

"Grayson? I was calling you. The fuck, where you?" I yelled, clearly pissed.

"Miss Phillips! Happy to hear from you," he said with a neutral voice.

"Miss Phillips? Really Grayson what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Look, I don't have time, your father told me to tell you that you should move on with the plan. 'You should dress to impress', he calls that the first move."

I rolled my eyes. "Why doesn't he tell me that?"

"He's a busy man."

"Grayson! Stop beating around the bush."

"He wants you to make him fall in love with you."

"Oh! You're fine with that?" I said while holding back a smirk.

"Yes... As long as you'll kill him afterwards." I couldn't help but giggle at how jealous he sounds.

"You know I miss you, right?" I said when I finally stopped giggling like a mad girl.

"Miss Phillips, I think I should go, it was nice talking to you." And the asshole hangs up on me.

I look down at my phone gaping. When I realized that Violet was still on hold. I pressed the on-hold button.

"Violet, you still there?"

"Yes." She said, yawning.

"Don't sleep! We are going to the mall."

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I came back home late. My head was hurting so much. I grabbed the bags from the passenger seat. I closed the door and clicked on the key to lock my car. I turned around only to see a shadowy presence next to my door, my hand lowered to my pocket to get a hold of my small knife.

'I should have brought the gun.' I came close to the silhouette and flicked open the knife under his chin.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" I said followed by silence.

"The green file and your number." The familiar voice said, not shuffling or trying to get out of my grip.

My jaw clenched. I was holding a knife under his chin. Why don't I kill him right away?

"Funny though, I never thought you were the kind to hold a pocket knife with you."

He's right, I usually hold guns.

I closed the knife and took two steps back. "Boss! You can't go around scaring people like that!"

I said, trying so hard to hide my anger. "You said it yourself I'm the boss."

He took a step up out of the shadows. And there he was with his glorious face. Staring down at me, his arms around his chest with a cold glare.

"Now, dear Zoe I come in peace." He said trying to hold back a laugh at his own sarcasm.

I reached for my bag, looking for my keys.

He got close to the door and unlocked it quietly. My eyes were open wide at his sudden movement.

"You should not leave a key under a stone. That's old."

He held the key up for me; I took it as fast as I could. Clearing my throat. I passed in front of him.

I set the bags next to the sofa. When I looked up at the table next to the couch, I saw the picture I left in the same place. I instantly shove it inside one of the bags under some clothes that I bought. I turned around only to see him staring at a painting on the wall. 'That was close.'

"So the file?" I said and he immediately turned, "Yes the green file you took it with you while you were heading out of my office."

"I'm sorry, sir, but I never took a green file with me," I said, glancing into his ocean eyes.

"Just check. I'm not accusing you of anything I just want it back." He shrugged while turning back to admire the painting. I walked to my room and grabbed my working bag. Remaking my way inside the living room to keep an eye on him.

"Who painted this?" He exclaimed. "Uh, my friend."

"She has a beautiful name your friend. I had a friend named Sophia." He looked down at the signature. My heart pounded hard in my chest.

"Really?" I asked before finding a green file inside the bag. I held it up weirdly.

"I don't remember taking this," I whispered.

"Yeah, sadly our parents dislike each other... I think she loved drawing too, but I don't know if she was continuing on it as a path." I hadn't noticed he took large steps and stood right in front of me.

"Was?" I said without looking up.

"Yes, sadly she passed yesterday." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

My black hair was hanging down on my cheeks, hoping he wouldn't see how much blood is running there.

"Is that it?"

He held his hand out from his pocket casually.

"Yes."

His fingers trailed on my hand while he took the file away. Tingles brushed through my entire body, making me hold back a breath.

"Hmm, do you want to drink something?" I said while I puffed for air slowly. He was looking at me, his eyes went way darker.

"What do you have in mind?"

I walked to my minibar and held up the red wine.

"Wine?" I said, smiling to make the scene less awkward.

"Yes, I kind of need it."

He walked into the kitchen, sitting down on a chair while reading what's written on the bottle. I got two tall glasses from the kitchen cupboard.

"Well, that's expensive!" He said, surprised while I put the glasses on the counter bar. "It's a gift."

He hummed quietly and set the bottle down convinced. I grabbed it and popped it open with a corkscrew. I poured the red-blooded wine in the glasses. I handed him his, our fingers brushed again, my body was betraying me with all those strange feelings I am having.

"Let's sit on the couch," I said while walking into the living room. I felt him hesitate before he got up and followed my steps.

I sat immediately on the left where I was sitting in the morning. Paranoid about him finding the picture.

I felt the couch, sinking in. My eyes darted to stare at him. He got his phone from his pocket, handing it to me.

"I need your number for work purposes." He said coolly.

"Oh yes!"

I put down the glass on the small table next to me. I grabbed his phone rapidly trying not to make body contact. I insert my phone number in his and sat the phone down between us on the couch. He laughed at my sudden move before sipping wine. We sat there quietly staring at the turned-off TV in front of us.

No words, nothing came out from either of us, but oddly the silence was comfortable. After a few minutes, I felt him sitting on the edge of the couch with his empty glass. Mine was also near being empty, so I gulped down the last drops.

I got up making my way to the bottle and got back to stand in front of him. He held up his glass without a word while I poured into it. I also filled my glass before setting the empty bottle next to me.

After half an hour he set his glass on the table to the right and picked his phone that was sliding next to my thigh. His hand brushed my upper leg while I was still sipping my wine. I shivered at his slow touch. I closed my eyes ashamed not wanting to make eye contact with him. He was still there staring at me with his hand lingering on his phone, making the back of his hand touch my thigh.

Minutes felt like hours so I decided to open my eyes. My eyes laid on his beautiful ones. I know he felt my body shivering unintentionally. His breath was fanning my face. The glass in my hand now rested on my lap. Waiting for the next move. After staring deeply into each other's eyes for a while. He cleared his throat and stood up. He made his way to the door before he opens it, he whispered loudly enough for me to hear.

"You are going to drop your glass."

He opened the door slowly and closed it right behind him. Cold air came rushing through the house. I held the glass straight up. But something green caught my eyes the file was sitting there on the right side of the couch right where he was sitting.

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